My sex sessions are pay-for-play, measured in hours not nights.
With someone who desires pleasing me as much as I desire pleasing them.
No. There are days where I don't.
A warm shower and a nice mug of hot cocoa.
Anything below freezing or with a wicked wind-chill. I live in California, so I've only got one pair of long underwear and that's primarily for skiing or when I am traveling to someplace much colder.
I don't believe in hell, so I don't spend time thinking about it. I'll go with a world without love.
My personal hell would February weather all year, no diet coke, and stuck in a line if traffic going nowhere
Not sure if this counts as historical but Nancy Reagan has been noted to be the Throat Goat. And I admire that greatly
She's what I aspire to be: an perfectly quaffed political wife with legendary BJ game. If only she'd detailed her tricks of the trade in her biography, imagine how much more peaceful Americans would be!
My first time spending the weekend with a lover. It was everything one could hope for the best.
Based on comfort level with the woman, yes.
I don't have an hard no's that would surprise people. I have very few hard no's.
Of course not?
Quite a few people, now that I think about it. There have been times I've lived in communal housing, which always involves some percentage of accidental nudity. Times when I was visiting friends or relatives and someone walked out naked. Then, with the advent of cell phones and selfies, a few times when people sent naked pictures to me accidentally.
Watching a woman furtively checking out guys' crotches as they walk by. For some reason, I notice this at a coffee shop I frequent. It's not that I never do that myself, of course. I just get a sort of kick from seeing someone else do it. They worry about the guy noticing, but they aren't paying attention to me.
Chicken, stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn and gravy.
St. Petersburg and Moscow (on hold for probably a decade), Lucca, Cartagena, and Copenhagen are all places I’ve never been and are on my short list.
